Posted: March 17, 2014 in Melancholia


The birthmark beneath her eyes
Dark and Mysterious
The Arabian goddess
Our love was fierce and furious

The flames were lit
I tended, fed and nurtured it
But then it grew, wild and free
Beyond even my reach

We all know wild fires
There is no taming it
But Head strong and silly
Bare from teeth to feet, i took a leap

In blind desperation, i overreached
I will tame wild fires
A fool’s notion indeed
The throes of a dying heart

Blue…Flames as cold as Ice
Something was amiss
Kisses, once ignited now chilly
The frostbite on my lips

The waters had run dry
The stones, parched and cracked
My dancing heart did cry
Death and Dust replaced Life and Us

Love was here
And now its gone
Hope was here
And now its lost

You are the hole in my head
You are the echo in heart
Everything, then Nothing
The Reaper of Hearts.

The Aventurine.

  1. giftedbishop says:

    These pieces are dangerously seducive,philosophical and deep thought, nice broda


  2. Ifreke says:

    Hmmmmn….good stuff. 🙂 (that’s all am gonna say)


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